Tacora by Navaura Campbell (read with me TXT) 📕

Rachel wanted to scream but the actual sound of his voice made her freeze. She couldn't see how he'd gotten into her room without a single sound of disruption. Immediately, tears of defeat rolled down her eyes. She knew that she was never going to see her family again.

Two days after Rachel's abduction, Tacora sat down with her mother and her father, watching the heart wrenching sobs of the girl's father and mother on the television. This girl Rachel Headley had been abducted from her room in the middle of the night while she was sleeping. The worse part was that there was no visual evidence of tamper, there was no way to tell which door or window the abductor had come through. It was like the girl had just simply vanished.

“That's awful.” Tacora's mother stated, running her hand along her husband's arm for comfort.

“I know. Now a days no kid is safe out there. There has to be something to prove that this guy had gotten in some how. No one can just appear and then disappear. It is impossible to do.” Tacora sat watching the news feeling a terror grip her heart. Strangely enough she felt sympathetic toward this girl she'd never met. The only thing Tacora could do was pray that everything would be alright with her. From the looks of things, the girl didn't have a reason to run away, she was a straight A student who always did everything she was supposed to, she didn't have a boyfriend and there seemed to be no motive that anyone within her family or circle of friends could have to do with her disappearance. As soon as the family finished their interview, the cameras focused back onto the FBI detective who was over the case. “Detective Graham, is there any way to know if her abduction was connected to the horrific Pendergast Murders?” One of the reporters quickly inquired, anxious to be the first to ask the question all of them wanted to know. The man called Detective Graham turned wide brown eyes upon her, “We have no comments at this time, since it's so early in the investigation.” He stated.

“But the Pendergast murders are over three months old detective, surely you have had something turn up.” another reporter stated.

“What are you doing to keep the streets safe at night, Detective? This is the fourth girl who has come up missing in the past four months, can you please tell us what you intend to do to keep the young in our neighborhoods safe?” Another voice inquired.

The detective spoke into his microphone, turning toward the crowd again, “ As of tonight, there will be curfew blocks for all residents within North West, South West and Western States. It's apparent that whom ever the individual is, he's targeting young women who are good girls. Now that we know he is not limited to just abducting young teens off the street but have seemingly elevated the situation to taking them from the comfort of their own homes, we recommend that the residents ensure all safety measures necessary to keep their children safe at all cost and not to allow them to travel out at night alone, preferably not without their parents as late as six o'clock pm and if they are out that late, that they are either accompanied by an adult or safe and secured inside the home of a trusted adult. We understand that young teenagers have lives but it is absolutely necessary that their protection proceed their usual out goings because this is not a safe time for them to be out alone at night.”

The Johnsons turned their attention to their daughter, “We want you in this house no later than six Tacora and if you show up a minute later, you will not be allowed out again until this whole ordeal is over.” Her father stated. His baritone voice making the command even more stricter. Tacora shrugged her shoulders, “Alright dad. But just to be fair and point this out, I don't see how any of this could affect us, we are in the Midwest, not even within six hundred miles of any of those places.”

“Honey, there are all kinds of looney people out there, even in our little town, there are people, so I want you to be safe at all costs.”

Tacora nodded her head, understanding. She didn't want her parents to take away what little time she did have. She wanted to be able to enjoy her freedom. After the report went off, her parents stood up.

Cynthia Johnson has skin the color of butter toffee. She had long curly hair that was native to her Brazilian heritage. “Are you ready to go to the movies, she inquired, glancing up at her husband. Rodney Johnson smiled down at his wife, still wearing the work clothes he'd come in. Just let me get a little comfortable and then we can head out.” He went to the back of the house where there bed room was. Cynthia looked at her daughter, “Most teenagers would hate to have to watch their younger sibling you know that?” An affectionate smile displayed over her features.

Tacora smiled, “I know, I love Debra, why not watch her. She's really good and easy to watch.” Tacora stated.

“She takes after you. You are her role model.”

Tacora sighed with a nod, “I know.”

“I left the numbers on the fridge in case you need to get a hold of me and Rodney.”

“I know that too.” Her father came down the stairs and put a hand on her mother's back, “Don't stay up too late, we will be back around nine thirty tonight, ok?”

“Alright.” Tacora stated as she followed them to the door. Her mother quickly added, “And don't give Debra anything to drink before bed and make sure that you clean up what ever you mess up.”

“I will mom. You guys just go out and have fun. Tacora stated, closing the door behind them.

Rachel grasped the door handle of the shed in an attempt to escape one last time. She knew that if she couldn't make a run for it this time, there was absolutely no way that she would make it back home. She didn't know where she was, she just knew that the guy, whom ever he was had left her here at the shed the day he'd taken her from her home and not return. How long she'd been here? She had no idea. In all honesty, she didn't care. She just knew that she didn't want to stay here any longer than necessary. The longer, the worse her scenario would be. There were no windows, only little tiny bubbles that helped her see just enough to look for something to try and open this door with. The guy was smart. There were no tools in the shed, just a cot for her to sleep on. Inhaling sharply, she stood up weakly and ran toward the door, slamming into it with all the force she could muster.

After putting her sister to bed and ensuring all of the windows and doors were locked, Tacora went down stairs to do the dishes that had been left over from the dinner she'd made. She'd already put the left over foods in containers and stored them in the fridge, so the only thing left to do was clean the dishes, clean off the table and then mop the floor. She decided to do the dishes first.

Rachel had, with as much strength as possible, rammed into the door. Still it didn't budge. She knew that for her to be so petite in size, she was strong because she played basketball, ran track and was on the swim team at her school, so it shouldn't have been an issue to get that door open, but it was. The damn door wouldn't budge. Inhaling sharply, she was about to make one last attempt to break down the door, when it opened and her captor stood in the door way. He stared at her, “Rachel.” His tone was very raspy and hoarse sounding. Rachel felt chills go up and down her spine as she stared up at him. He came at her and swooped her up. Taking her, he placed her on a table and looked her in the eyes. Rachel tried to turn away, too frightened to dare look in his monstrous eyes. He grabbed a hold of her neck and stared deeply into her eyes as if he was searching for something, but what, she didn't know. He squeezed her neck and she gagged, feeling the air stick in her throat. She grabbed his hand and tried her hardest to pull away. He squeezed even harder, making it impossible for her to breathe, although she fought with all her might. Slowly, her hands lost their strength as her life left her body. The light in her eyes began to dim and death was imminent. She stared up at her attacker as the light became darkness.

Tacora had washed the utensils and was now working on the plates when a sudden chill went through her body and she glanced up and gazed out of the window. Instead of seeing the yard, she saw a man with a dark hoodie on carrying a woman on the beach in the darkness. She could hear the waves as they crashed against the shore line. She watched as he dug a hole in a section that was closer to the pier than the beach itself. She watched as he grabbed a shovel and dug a hallow grave for the young girl. Tacora felt a fear grip her unlike anything she'd ever known before. The guy continued to dig until he was satisfied with the deepness of the grave and then placed the girl inside tenderly, careful not to mess up her clothing or hair as he did so. Tacora felt the evil that radiated off of this man. “God, no, please, no.” She whispered. As if hearing her, the guy stopped, turned toward her and that's when she shrank back as she saw the glow of red in his eyes. She didn't know what this thing was, but she knew what ever it was, it was pure evil. He didn't say anything, just seemed to be looking at her. In a raspy voice she heard him say, “I'm coming for you my sweet. I can feel you here.” Tacora felt her knees weaken and the plate she held in her hand crash to the ground, pulling her eyes from the window and down to where the broken plate was. With trembling hands, she gathered up the broken pieces that had fallen.

Chapter Two:

The next morning Tacora awoke with red eyes. She'd barely gotten any sleep the following night due to the fear that had coiled itself around her heart and made her sleep with her lamp on while in her room. Usually the comfort of Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp and Leonardo Dicaprio starring out at her from the movie posters on her walls made her feel some sort of relief, but after